We will burn down into ashes only to rise above and reach the sky we will fill this atmosphere with flashes of our pride, victory and identity so high.
Obeying on auto-pilot. Her voice is just one more thing She signed over.
This feminine lends itself to reduction into numbers or lewd hand gestures. But the everydayness of the power, of her personal femininity, teeters on a thin edge. Every time her body makes her into a goddess, whore, angel, slut, or not feminine at all.
न जाने मैं कब इतनी बड़ी हो गयी, खेल-कूद, दौड़-भाग को भूल, जीवन के पतंग की लरी हो गयी
Rewriting that old duckling story, one verse at a time.
"Where Was Your Pepper Spray?" “You were even dressed decently!”
People are so used to bigotry, sigh!
Every woman is a virago as she exists. Could you accept two-thirds salary doing the same work?
Perfect girlfriend 101: First of all, stop being such a feminist.
Unfair, when I have to counsel my own harasser.